The inability to articulate formative sentences is at many times the minds overcapacity of swirling interpretive thought.
Let me begin by saying…I’m a product of my generation–therefore my thoughts may be sporadic, but hopefully hold meaning.
This was first written from pen–to–paper to do the words justice, in that it couldn’t be erased, rather then WPM on a qwerty keyboard with exchangeable phrases.
It is a complex thing; our emotional attachment to outcomes we cannot change. And it is ones own mental strength that solidifies their ability to accept that which cannot be marred in any manner of ways. But this is more so to focus on the beliefs of what we are told and how they now translate to a continuously upload based world.
We as human beings from the time of birth believe all that we are given in the form of words. This is, because of our minds inability to adapt, or distinguish from what society views as the structure of a lie—a story.
Words in the Freudian concept are mnemic residues—as he states “A word is a mnemic residue of a word that has already been heard.”
The idea itself is thought provoking, as to say—who decides that “this” will have a varied meaning from “that”. You say the color is blue. Is it blue because that is the true name of the word?
Theoretically there is no true name of a word, a word is in a way a lie—a story that has been told to apply, meaning to what our mind, seeks to understand.
In regards to children; it is not until the brink of adolescence that we learn the lie of words and how they turn into, interchangeable meanings or nonexistent truths. But at the same time, we find into adulthood, we face this change in lies as well.
Falsities Vs. Fact…or what we identify as fact.
Why is that?
I think the ever-growing prevalence of dishonesty, is rooted in our subconscious in ways we don’t fully understand. We may face an honest moment, but the anxiety of it is deafening—suffocating in a way. So we opt to hide behind it.
That truth then goes into a filing cabinet; guarded but not forgotten.
So from childhood—through our eternity (however long that may be), we allow different variations of a lie to intercept, our reality. Lies are told for a manner of reasons—whether it be to a child as a bedtime story, to your country as a leader or to a loved one.
We have become so comforted by our lies, they are an addiction that serves as life support.